May 10, 2012

Hanoi (pt III)

Not that I like snakes, but I was peer pressured into going to a snake farm in Hanoi because I wanted to spend another night with my friends from the Halong Bay tour.

Only in Asia does such a thing exists where one can tear a snake's beating heart out of its flesh with one's own teeth and eat it. Then one can chug the snake's blood mixed with rice wine. People actually do this. It's a thing. I saw with my own eyes and deemed it inhumane, even without a PETA affiliation. Aside from the fact that drinking blood can give you Hep C, I understood the draw that some people, men in particular, find in it. Try as I will, forgetting this one will be tough.

I was most surprised when I was handling two snakes by myself (must have been raised on a farm or something) and a guy asked me to hand him one. I did. He screamed absurdly and prolonged. I thought he was joking. He wasn't. I laughed. He turned out to be the first one to eat the snake's heart. He immediately vomited. 

I wouldn't have been smiling
if it was a rattle snake.

Showoff

When you eat a snake's heart,
you feel like this.

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